American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 174: Meeting on the Road

Limited edition luxury sunglasses rested on his nose, and a white high-fashion casual suit made him look less serious, adding a touch of youthful vitality.

Starting from New York, heading south along I-95 Highway, it takes three to four hours to reach Washington, the political capital of the Federation.

Tang Song's trip to Washington was naturally to watch a show, no, to attend a Cocktail Party.

That White House Invitation was tossed on the Front Passenger Seat of the Sports Car.

In the Jambudvīpa World, Tang Song rushed about for Cultivation. Arriving in the Marvel World, the Evil God and Thanos were like knives hanging over his head. The great terror of the Calamity of Life and Death kept him from resting for a moment.

He was like an Ant who knew a flood was coming, painstakingly building his Lair, creating his Noah's Ark.

As Skye teasingly put it, he was like an old man in his dozens, with a gloomy mind, always feeling burdened by something heavy.

Gu Zi Yun would catch him when she had nothing to do and call him Uncle. Even after being taught a lesson multiple times, the girl still enjoyed it. In the end, 'Uncle' became her exclusive Appellation.

Even during intimacy, this little girl would call out 'Uncle' repeatedly. Every time, her bottom would be spanked red.

Especially when excited, she would turn her Head, bite her lip, and call out 'Uncle' in a sweet voice.

Tang Song was helpless about this, though he did find it a little stimulating.

For Tang Song, having lived three lives, his mental age was one thing, but the pressure he bore was something Skye couldn't imagine.

It was like placing a Countdown clock in front of a Normal person. When the Countdown ends, there's a fifty percent chance this person will instantly kick the bucket.

Now, calculate the psychological impact on this person.

Tang Song didn't know how others would choose in this situation.

What he had to do was, if someone really wanted to snap their fingers to make him disappear, he would break their fingers one by one and crush all their bones into dust.

He spent his energy building an Underground Kingdom, researching Gene Serum, creating Extraordinary Gene Warriors, appearing to others like a Manipulator operating from behind the scenes.

Everything he did was so that when someone threatened him, he could just slap them across the face.

For a man living in this world, he cannot be without power, nor without money, or he must possess strength that inspires awe.

Tang Song spread his hand. The wind from the roaring Sports Car brushed past his Fingertip. On Earth, some LSPs said that when a Car is moving, putting your hand out the window, the wind resistance at Speed makes your fingers feel...

Well, based on Tang Song's experience during this time, big isn't necessarily the best.

His Seaside Villa in Long Island, one of them is specifically for holding parties.

Tang's Investment Company, relying on its strong Capital over the past six months, has made large Investments in Hollywood.

Of course, most of the Investments resulted in losses, but the Boss didn't care.

The Film and Television Companies and the Tax Bureau were well aware of Boss Tang's purpose for investing in various film and television Projects.

However, the flow of funds in and out of Hollywood is inherently chaotic, making it very troublesome for even the Internal Revenue Service to investigate.

After all, there are many places to manipulate, including celebrity salaries, props, costumes, box office revenue, and overseas box office.

The Internal Revenue Service clearly knew that Tang's Investment Group was Money Laundering through Hollywood film Projects, but they had no way.

Moreover, Tang's Investment Group is a major taxpayer in all of New York, much more generous than those Tycoons who constantly do charity and donate to their own Funds at every turn. Coupled with the fact that Boss Tang has backing, the Internal Revenue Service turns a blind eye to Boss Tang.

The major Film and Television Companies in Hollywood even treated Boss Tang as a cash cow. Many Investment proposals for film Projects whose profitability or loss they were unsure of would be sent to the Investment Company.

In this situation, Boss Tang's parties were not short of stars and models from the film industry. It can only be said that the physique of Europeans and Americans who eat beef is indeed truly exceptional; some are even bigger than a football.

Interacting more, it wasn't as comfortable as something you could hold in your hand.

The cool new concept convertible Sports Car attracted countless gazes along the way.

When passing through Philadelphia, Tang Song merely slowed down slightly, glancing from afar at the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall. Then, a group of hot and sexy girls gathered around to strike up a conversation, wanting a ride.

These lightly dressed Hot White Girls and Black Pearls were all very enthusiastic, but unfortunately, Boss Tang's taste had long been spoiled.

Now, even stars and models, after having them frequently, he'd grown a bit tired of them. Unless they had an Identity bonus or a Special Constitution.

Women, they only Influence my Cultivation Speed.

Tang Song waved goodbye to a Filipino girl who was reportedly an International Student at the University of Pennsylvania, stepped on the Accelerator, and sped away.

"She does look good though!"

Tang Song was about to throw the paper with the Filipino girl's Phone Number out the Car Window, but recalled the girl's healthy wheat-colored Skin and the exposed Vest line.

After thinking about it, Tang Song casually tossed it into the storage box.

It's not easy for International Students away from home. A warm-hearted person like him couldn't bear to see a girl suffer.

If he remembered correctly, he had two Trading Companies in Philadelphia. He could arrange a part-time job for her.

Driving the Sports Car, freely on the Highway, even his mindset seemed to have become much younger. Tang Song's fingers tapping on the Car Door were like playing a piano.

The True Essence within him surged like a great river, pushing open some previously imperceptible meridian endpoints.

Coming out of Philadelphia, you could see many people hitchhiking along the Highway, some holding signs, some simply giving a thumbs up, which is the common hitchhiking gesture on Federation Highways.

However, when Tang Song's Sports Car passed, these people all put down their signs and thumbs.

A Sports Car whose appearance alone was worth millions of US Dollars was like a threshold that deterred Ordinary People.

People are born equal, but money, power, and status divide people into different classes.

"Hmm?"

Tang Song lightly stepped on the brake, looking at a figure by the roadside in the Rearview mirror, feeling a bit surprised.

His Divine Sense touched this person, and it was as if it had encountered a black hole, being swallowed!

"Interesting!"

Tang Song backed up the Sports Car, stopped next to the person who was about to hitchhike, raised his Head, and examined the person before him.

A little girl wearing a gray Hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and canvas shoes. The Hood covered most of her face, but she looked younger than Gu Zi Yun.

Tang Song sent his Divine Sense towards the girl in the Hooded sweatshirt. As soon as his Divine Sense touched her, it was as if a stone had fallen into a bottomless abyss, disappearing without a trace, without even a sound.

What's going on?

This was the first time Tang Song had encountered such a strange situation. Even when that Black Wizard opened the Hell Portal, his Divine Sense could look down upon the Hell Dimension through the Hell Portal.

Could this girl be even more special than the Hell Dimension?

Thinking this, Tang Song showed a kind smile, looking at the little girl before him: "Do you need a ride? Where are you going?"

Rogue looked at the Luxury Car and the handsome man of Chinese descent in the Luxury Car, feeling a bit flustered. She just wanted a ride to the next Small Town.

"I, I..." Looking at the gentle Smile on Tang Song's handsome face in the car, Rogue's Head felt muddled. "I don't know where I'm going."

Tang Song saw that the little girl's Voice was almost tearful and understood. She was either from an Orphanage or a little girl who had run away from home. Most likely the latter.

"Get in first!"

Tang Song wore a gentle Smile, using some Minor Spells from the Joyous Union Sect Male Cultivators used to trick Young Ladies from Reputable Families.

This Minor Spell made his Voice sound more approachable, giving girls a sense of safety as soon as they heard it.

Coupled with his handsome face, for a little girl lacking security like her, it was simply irresistible.

Rogue hesitated for a moment, then pulled open the Sports Car Door.

As she reached out, Tang Song noticed that the little girl was wearing a pair of leather gloves that went up to her Elbow.

"Buckle up!"

Seeing the little girl seated, Tang Song unbuckled his own seatbelt, leaned over, and tried to buckle her seatbelt for her.

The little girl seemed startled, shrinking back desperately, avoiding contact with Tang Song.

Tang Song casually buckled her seatbelt for her, naturally returned to the Driver's seat, buckled his own seatbelt, stepped on the Accelerator, and the Sports Car roared, launching forward.

"Where are you going?" Tang Song asked the little girl as the Sports Car drove.

"Hello, you can drop me off at the Small Town ahead!" Rogue was riding in a convertible Sports Car for the first time, her eyes occasionally looking around the Sports Car.

"My name is Tang Song. Are you running away from home, little girl?"

Tang Song drove, using True Essence, Divine Sense, and some Magic Arts to quietly probe the little girl's strangeness.

Like Divine Sense, True Essence was also absorbed by her when it came into contact with her.

However, Tang Song tried a different way. He used True Essence to form a transparent wind blade. When the little girl wasn't paying attention, the wind blade was mixed in with the wind rushing from the Sports Car.

It cut a strand of her hair.

Clearly, this little girl could not absorb this type of Magic Arts Attack.

Rogue was naturally completely unaware of all this.

"Hello, my name is Marie, my friends call me Rogue," she said. A hint of happiness flashed across Rogue's face when she mentioned her friends, then the joy on her face dimmed, and she added, "My old friends. I don't have friends now!"

Rogue, so it's her!

Tang Song understood after hearing the girl's self-introduction why his Divine Sense had failed on her.

He knew this Rogue. This little girl was a Mutant. Her Mutant Ability was to absorb others' Abilities and Life force through contact.

This Ability had a major drawback because it could only be used through skin contact, and this little girl seemed unable to fully control her strength.

To avoid hurting people, she wrapped herself up tightly.

"I'm not running away from home, I, I just came out to clear my head...!" Rogue bit her lip, thinking of her parents, her eyes turning red, trying hard not to cry.

She had only just run away from home a few days ago and wasn't yet the brave wandering girl from the story who dared to hide in strangers' trucks.

Even though her Mutant Ability could protect her, she was still just a High School Student.

"Nowhere to go?" Tang Song turned his Head to look at her, noticing her Expression.

"If it's a family Dispute, I can help you Contact the Police Officer!"

Although Tang Song vaguely remembered the beginning and end of Rogue's running away from home, it seemed to be because she couldn't control her Mutant Ability and accidentally hurt her friends.

However, his current Identity was just that of a kind passing Driver. Saying too much would only scare the little girl.

"No need, thank you!" Rogue shook her Head, declining Tang Song's offer. She looked at Tang Song's hand extended out the Car Window, subconsciously touched her glove, and a hint of envy appeared in her Gaze.

"The fun of riding in a convertible Sports Car is putting your hand out the window and feeling the wind. You can take off your glove and try, it feels pretty good!"

Tang Song said, demonstrating by extending his arm out the window.

Rogue looked at Tang Song, carefully removed her left glove, and imitating Tang Song, extended her hand out the Car Window.

The wind blew on her arm. She gripped it tightly, but it still slipped through her fingers. This feeling significantly eased Rogue's depressed mood.

"Are you Chinese? You're so young but drive such an expensive Luxury Car. What do you do? Are you a rich second generation?"

Rogue, feeling better, quickly started chatting with Tang Song.

"Me? I'm the father of a rich second generation, a rich first generation. I do some Investment Business in New York..."

A little girl who was only in High School wasn't that cunning. Tang Song told a few jokes, making her laugh non-stop, and their relationship grew much closer.

"How old are you? Are you just going to wander like this? If you really don't want to go home, why not come back to New York with me? I'll find you a part-time job, you can at least support yourself!"

Tang Song held the Steering Wheel with one hand, reached out over Rogue's Hood, and rubbed her Head.

Rogue instinctively wanted to dodge, not because she disliked Tang Song.

For an Ordinary Federation High School Student, a handsome, rich guy like Tang Song who could drive a Luxury Car with one hand was simply a dream White Horse Prince.

The reason Rogue wanted to dodge was because she was afraid her Ability would hurt this friend she had just met.

Before she could dodge, Tang Song's hand was already rubbing her Head.

"Don't worry, I won't sell you!"

Tang Song's voice seemed to carry a hypnotic effect. Rogue agreed in a daze without knowing why.

When she came to her senses, the Sports Car had already reached the capital area.

"Where are we going?" Rogue asked, looking at the surrounding Tall buildings with Doubt.

"I'm going to a Cocktail Party. How about it, interested in joining the fun?" Tang Song said with a Smile.

Rogue subconsciously looked at her hands, and shook her Head dejectedly.

After the car entered the Washington D.C. Area, facing the bustling crowd, she instinctively put her gloves back on.

(End of chapter)